Chapter 602: It’s almost dark

Daoist Master Qingfeng frowned and said to Zhou Ming, "Ming'er, the iron sand in this wound must be taken out, otherwise it will grow into the flesh and never be taken out, or else these two legs of yours will be ruined."

"Master, you help my disciple take it out ……," Zhou Ming smiled and said.

"That's good! You can endure some pain, and don't move around." Saying that, Daoist Master Qingfeng swept a glance around, picked up a wooden stick from the ground, handed it to Zhou Ming's face, and said in a deep voice, "Bite it with your teeth, don't bite your tongue, it will hurt a lot later."

Zhou Ming had no choice but to open his mouth and bite that wooden stick tightly, but saw Daoist Master Qingfeng lift his hands, making the chains on his hands clatter, he fumbled around on his body for a while, and surprisingly found a small dagger, weighing it twice in his hand before saying, "The fire folders are also drenched, so I can't bake the knives, so just make do with what you've got, and if it hurts, then just bite that wooden stick as hard as you can. "

Zhou Ming nodded, unable to avoid being a little nervous, but still managed to squeeze out an ugly smile and said vaguely, "Master, start, I can resist."

Daoist Master Qingfeng no longer replied, took the dagger and made a few gestures on Zhou Ming's wound, and then he spent a long slit on his leg, that blood instantly flowed out, Zhou Ming instantly drew in a breath of cold air in pain, the muscles of his whole body were tensed up tightly, and a cold sweat slipped down, although it hurt a lot and it hurt a lot, Zhou Ming still bit down on that wooden stick, and tried to keep his body from moving.

Qingfeng Taoist raised his head and looked at Zhou Ming with concern, then he lowered his head again, and used the dagger in his hand to constantly provoke the iron sand embedded in Zhou Ming's wound, every iron sand from the wound toggled out, Zhou Ming's heart followed the viciously tightened one back, the feeling of pain that ordinary people can not be appreciated, and in his heart he cursed the eighteen generations of the ancestors of the governor of the Zhang, his own and the master of the good intentions of the persuasion in him, he not only did not listen to, but also let the use of firearms to kill him, but also to make him feel the pain, he was not a man of the world. Not only did he not listen, and let people use the cannon to kill himself, and let himself suffer some pain, hateful! It is really too hateful!

Zhou Ming cursed this governor while biting the wooden stick, as if it really worked, the pain that pierced his bones really subsided a lot.

Busy half a day, Qingfeng Taoist finally will Zhou Ming legs above the iron sand are cleaned out, and find out the gold sores medicine sprinkled on top of the wounds, this only tore open the Taoist robes that have already been perched dry, to Zhou Ming bandaged the wounds.

"Well, finally the iron sand movement out of the ……" Qingfeng Taoist Master wiped a handful of sweat on his head, as if relieved, said.

Zhou Ming's body instantly paralyzed, the wooden stick in his mouth had long been bitten off, he opened his mouth and spat it out, gasping for breath, and after a while said, "Master …… it really hurts too much, it's like having died once."

Qingfeng Taoist Master helped Zhou Ming up, patted its shoulder as if it was comforting, and said softly, "It hurts for such a while but saved your legs, it's still very cost-effective ……"

Unconsciously, the sky is getting late, the already cloudy sky now looks more gloomy, Qingfeng Taoist Master stood up, took a look towards the window, originally had already stretched his eyebrows once again wrinkled into a dead knot, helplessly and sadly said, "The sky is getting dark …… It seems that tonight this catastrophe is inevitable, hopefully not too many people will die ……"